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Pierre Monsiuer

2008-07-22T02:21:34Z

The man’s smooth, jet black hair curved around his scalp and then flipped out in the back. He had on a black pair of “matrix-style” glasses and a black turtleneck sweater. To top it all of he wore black corderoy jeans and shiny black loafers. His name was Pierre Monsiuer, and at this precise moment he was lighting himself a Camel cigarette. Jericho Evans sat down his binoculars and sighed. How could a man like Pierre Monsiuer, wane in seven countries for murder, be so careless? Jericho lifted his radio to his mouth and gave the order. Immediately, a squad of six plain-clothes FBI agents surrounded Pierre. In the split-second that followed the most unexpected thing happend. Pierre attacked all six agents, killing them all instantly. The oddest thing about it was that they fell at the exact same time. How could Pierre strike all six of them in the same instant? Chaos ensued. Pedestrains began to scream and scatter. Jericho watched as Pierre walked into in alleyway. Ande then he was gone.

Pierre Monsiuer

2008-07-22T02:21:19Z

Hostage

2008-07-20T10:49:06Z

I was going crazy.
What the hell was happening?
Cops showed up; I even think I saw some S.W.A.T. trucks coming. Now Steve is yelling in my ear about something I’m too shocked to listen to. But I can hear it. And I can hear sirens.
I snap myself out of it and take up the M4. I shoot at advancing cop and S.W.A.T. cars. Yells of the injured and the maimed reach my ears… Why on earth did we do this?
I hear on a cop radio that an officer is trapped right in front of the bank… trapped by my fire.
I hear her calls for help- but then realize I can hear her without the radio.
I duck out of cover- there she is, pistol in hand, distracted, yelling into the radio.
Perfect.
I stealthily move across the bank floor, being careful not to make a sound. She doesn’t see me.
I quickly turn the corner, acting before she can react, and hit the pistol out of her hand.
We now have yet another hostage.

My Own 72 virgins

2008-07-15T01:50:51Z

I grabbed Marcus’ shirt and laughed him up to face me.
“Hold it together” I whispered in to his ear and then threw him
down.
“What are you looking at?” I shouted at the bank manager, “Get in there with the rest of the hostages!”
I was pissed. There was more than twenty cops outside, and my partner was having a freaking emotional breakdown.
I needed to think. Marcus was right, the most possible outcome was death or getting jailed. but thats what I wanted. I called the bank, I called the police. I warned them we were coming. I want to die. But not pitifully. I want to go out, guns blazing, bullets ripping my weak human body. I had a calling. The bank robbery wasn’t my idea it was Marcus’, but it was a way for me to fullfill my calling. It was what Allah would want.
Jump into death fearlessly, kill some Americans on the way, and you get your seventy-two virgins in heaven. That sounds easy enough.

Breakdown

2008-07-14T20:16:38Z

Steve left the room with the manager. I turned around surveying my hostages. There were four of them. Two were older men, another was a lady in her mid-thirties with a baby clinging o her chest. The baby began to wail. I could feel my nerves thinning.
“Shut that thing up!” I screamed, pointing my gun at them. What was I becoming?
“Sorry…” I muttered, “Get up, I’m moving you guys. Come on.” I walked behind the clerk counter and found a door. I opened it and lead them inside.
“Stay here.. If you move.. I-I-I’ll kill you.” I said as I shut the door. I looked out the glass window. The cops were outside but they didn’t dare come in. I hunkered down behind the clerk’s desk and wiped the sweat from my forehead. I couldn’t do this. Sure I was a god shot but I wasn’t a killer. As I sat behind the desk Steve appeared.
“Put him in there.” I mumbled.
“Dude, there’s a shitload of-” Steve began
“Are you an idiot? Do you think e are gonna’ live through this? We are either going to die or go to jail!”

Banking

2008-07-14T19:54:22Z

I knew we were screwed. Cop cars all around; hostages; and some very heavy-duty guns.
We had Kevlar vests, but that was it. No protection whatsoever.
Marcus fired shots into the cruisers. Hopefully that would get them off our backs for at least a bit.
We took the hostages upstairs and Marcus started to watch them. I myself took the bank manager downstairs. I demanded he take me to the vault. He refused, but the cold barrel of my pistol was enough to change his mind.
“Open it,” I demanded of the man, my voice at a shout.
“Okay, just please… don’t hurt anyone,” he responded.
34-23-44.
The lock clicked open, just to reveal another layer. The manager quickly produced a key, unlocked it, and stepped back to reveal yet another layer of protection. He hesitated, the placed his hand on a small pad on the top-left corner of the small box.
We should have just brought explosives.
The vault popped open, showing bales of cash. I opened the sack with me quickly; I knew I had not much time. Then- gunshots behind me.

A Hostage Situation

2008-07-14T19:47:41Z

I shot at the police car as it screeched toward us. i wasn’t shooting to kill, just to warn them that we were armed and dangerous.
“Steve get inside!” I muttered, as I backed towards the bank’s door. It had been a simple bank heist. All we had to do was walk in, pull a gun on the clerk, and tell her to give us all the money. But as soon as we walked in an alarm sounded. At first me and Steve tried to run, we panicked. But, as we walked out the door cop cars were already rolling up.

Why had the alarm sounded so early? Somebody must have snitched. But who? He and Steve were the only ones who knew.
“Marcus! What are we supposed to do with these guys?” Steve asked, pointing his gun at a few customers and clerks.
“Goddamn I don’t know! Take ‘em upstairs!” I yelled. I couldn’t believe this. We just needed some money. Now, we were in a bank surrounded by squad cars, and we had hostages.

This was getting out of hand. And fast.

M4 Carbine

2008-07-14T19:33:36Z

He knew he was in trouble. The cops had come already- only 4 minutes into the operation! They knew. They somehow knew.

He and his friend, Marcus, were really short on cash the past month. The landlord was getting more and more angry, demanding the money and threatening to kick them out.
And that’s where the turn of events led to.
He bought 2 AK-74s, an M911 Pistol, and an M4 Carbine rifle. They knew they were going too far, but they had no choice- rob a bank or be sent on the street.

The cops were coming. Thankfully, he and his friend Marcus were calm people- when they heard the sirens, they panicked but soon regained calm. Marcus was the hunter- he could shoot a bird out of the air no problem from hundreds of yards away.
Marcus swore under his breath, taking up the M4 Carbine and mounting it on a chair.
He leveled the gun off and shot off a warning shot into the lights of one of the police cruisers. Then he picked up the AK-74 and peppered the cruisers with bullet-piercing rounds.
The shootout had begun.

The Kill

2008-05-27T22:22:56Z

Cougar stood on the thin ledge outside of his target’s apartment room. The middle-aged man, known for killing Brotherhood members out of cold blood, was sleeping in front of the TV which was still on. The TV was blaring something about Viagra, so nobody would be able to hear the target die. Cougar checked the window for wires, then popped it open slightly and slid inside the small room. He crept over to the seat the man was sleeping in. Suddenly, the man shifted and the chair lunged forward out of its lounge position.
Damn Cougar thought. His hands were about to crack the man’s neck and they were hit by the man’s face. The man sat up and growled, immediately seeing Cougar who was headed for the window. The man grabbed at Cougar’s ankle and pulled him back through the window. Cougar’s head hit the window sill as he was pulled in and then the man threw him into the opposite wall. He fell to the carpet. It had been a long time since Cougar had fought.

Facing the Brotherhood

2008-05-26T19:41:26Z

“So, do you have anything to say for yourself?”
He remembered, at least he was pretty sure, that this guy was Wolf.
“I’m sorry..” he muttered, yeah that must be Wolf.
“Oh, that solves everything!”
“Just shut up! Jesus Wolf, what happened to everyone?!”
His temper hadn’t flared like that in a long time.. it felt good.
” What do you think, Cougar? They’re dead, every last one of em’. Dead.” He remembered now. His name was Cougar.
“How?” Cougar questioned, not really wanting to know.
“When you left, we…we just fell apart. We got careless and reckless. Tiger got caught, so did Dagon. Some just left, following your lead. Me and River are the only originals left, and you too, now at least. ”
“Damn…. What can I do to help?” Cougar growled.
Wolf handed him a file folder,
“I knew you were watching us, so I took the liberty of arranging your first hit. Have fun!”

Finding the Brotherhood

2008-05-26T19:17:35Z

For days and nights he searched. The city was huge and he had forgotten, but his legs and arms remembered. He slept in the back alleyways and abandoned apartments, just like old times. He had to find them, because it was different, different to be alone in the streets. When he found them he realized what he had done when he had left. Many of the original members were gone, most likely dead or in jail… maybe some had deserted like him. For days he couldn’t find it inside him to enter their camp in the apartment. He watched as memberscame and went, some injured. Some didn’t return, and that scared him. After over a week of watching he decided to show himself. He knocked on the door.
“We have been waiting.”
He stepped back.
“Took you long enough.’
The door opened quickly and he stepped inside.
“Welcome back to the Brotherhood.”

Onto the Grid

2008-05-26T18:51:24Z

He had been a big part of it. He had been one of them. But then it got bad. Obstacles obstructed their path and he lost the faith to go on. He dropped off. Dropped off the grid, left his only friends. Sometimes he regretted it, especially when he heared about them dying in the news. He blamed himself. He cried once in a while but soon he forgot about it. What was once his whole life was now nothing to him. No more late night cop chases, no more killing, no more stealing to live. He was living easily now. But soon he became restless. His body missed the action, his mind had forgotten. Then he began to realize, began to understand, he began to remember. He had to get back into it. He wanted to be on the grid. He wanted excitement. That night he left his apartment and descended into the underground, into his real home.

The Sun is Gone

2008-05-16T11:43:10Z

The sun was gone.

Nobody knew where it was, where it went. The world woke up this morning and found it was still dark… On all sides of the planet.

It wasn’t necessarily dark, there were still street lamps glowing, car lights, house lights… But not that familiar light you wake up to that warms you and cheers you up.

Nope, that light was gone. The sun had slipped out of the orbit, 
drifting off somewhere else while the world slept.

The sun was gone.

A Weekend At the Lake

2008-04-13T17:34:25Z

“Ugh! Dad, Why couldn’t we stay home for spring break? That’s what all my friends are doing.” I grumbled as I stepped out of the car onto the thick, sharp crabgrass.
“Because son, as a boy, my dad took me out to the old cabin every spring! I want you and the rest of the family to have that experience too!” My dad ranted cheerfully. I popped open the trunk of our Eurovan and pulled out my old gray mesh sack, which I had done my best to hide my ipod, psp, and laptop inside along with my clothes. I started walking towards the house, inhaling the fresh air in shallow breaths, because it was so different. I opened the door and peered inside, immediately noticing that there was no television. “This must be a joke.” I muttered to myself uneasily. From there it got worse. There was nothing electronic in the whole cabin. There wasn’t even a single electrical outlet. I opened the door to my room upstairs and sunlight streamed into the hallway. I tried to find the blinds but there weren’t any I hated the sun.

The Judgement Game Show with Bill Cosby 2

2008-03-09T13:21:39Z

Mic settled into his luxury front row seat. He watched as Bill Cosby stepped out into the coliseum clearing and addresed the crowd.
” Welcome, one and all, to the Judgement Show!” cheers arupted from the crowd, and Mic rose with his fellow patrons.
“Today we have a special show for you! We will be pulling criminals out of the audience!” Mic was amazed, could they do that? Oh, well, he was safe in the stands.
“Folks, lets see which crowd-memeber is a criminal!” Mic watched as a powerful light beam spun around searching the crowd. Then it stopped… On him.
“What the-?!?” he shouted, the crowd turned on him ripping at his shirt and flipping him over the coliseum wall. He landed hard on the dirt ground beneath him, coughing he stood up. Bill Cosby stood over him with penetrating eyes.
“What did I do?!?” Mic snapped angrily.
“Oh, playing dumb with us are you. You used counterfeit tickets to get your seats.. Tsk Tsk, somebody chose the wrong place to brek the law.”